A/N: Hey guys! Back again with another drabble! Hope you enjoy!

And his eyes trail down her body in a way that's deliciously thrilling. She finds herself repaying the favor as he walks up to her, a smirk on his face that's far too tempting. Two play this game and she's never lost.

"Hello beautiful," he says in a smooth voice. It's low and deep and everything she wants.

Her eyes scan over his face, making out no distinguishable features other than the idea of the spark in his eyes and the taste of his lips.

"Annabeth?"

She pauses the scene, the crowded bar freezing in place as she steps out to focus on her friend in front of her.

"Yes?"

This one was enticing; she'll have to revisit it later.

-.-

The park is quiet save for the distant sound of children playing and she sighs to herself as she sits down.

She sees the dog before the man who's chasing after it. But when she tears her eyes away form the cute puppy, she freezes as she takes in his glasses and the blush coloring his face.

He's full of small smiles and apologies, trying to look at her without outright staring.

"You're very pretty." He stumbles over his words, and she blushes along with him as she smiles back.

He likes music and dogs and she doesn't know what he looks like but she know she makes her feel warm inside when he holds her hand.

The alarm that blares freezes the birds in midair. Shooting one last look at the small dog in the middle of chasing its tail, she sighs before turning over. Her hand reaches out to silence her alarm as she focuses on her desk.

This was too sweet to leave, she'll be back.

-.-

He's frowning at her and she can't help but laugh, making his frown deepen. She quiets her giggles and moves closer, looping her arms around his neck to pull him in closer.

His face is inches from hers as she speaks in a low voice.

"You don't need to be—"

"Have you even moved?"

She's torn away from the feel of his collar to face her roommate.

"I've been gone for thirty minutes and it's like you've been sitting there the entire time," she clarifies, dropping some grocery bags on the table.

"I was thinking."

"About what?"

She shrugs, not wanting to divulge the indulgence.

"You think a lot," her roommate says. "I could never live in my own head like that."

"I daydream," she replies. "So, it's pretty nice."

Her roommate shakes her head. "I couldn't do that either, anything I would daydream about would be much nicer than my life and that's just depressing."

"You never know," Annabeth replies, looking back out the window. "Maybe it would happen in the future."

Her roommate snorts, making her look back. "Unlikely."

"But possible," she pushes. "Isn't it the possibility of a dream coming true that makes life so interesting?"

Her roommate gives her an odd sort of smile, but she's already drifting back to that moment.

Her arms around his neck, face inches away from his. She doesn't know what he looks like, just what makes him up.

And maybe one day she'll find the face that'll replace the hazy features she dreams about.

A/N: This is me, I daydream all the time, and I figured I'd write about it because I can't be the only one. I'll play out intricate scenarios in my head, making up moments that have never happened and will probably never happen. But then again, as Annabeth says, it's the possibility of a dream coming true that makes life interesting.

(That quote is from a book called The Alchemist and I highly recommend it, it's a good read.)

I think my ability to daydream also helps me be a writer, lets me paint a picture. I wanted to share this, because I want to see if this is relatable at all to you guys? Plus, I think it's easy to daydream about love and that definitely qualifies as a semantic of love.

Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

And as always thanks for reading!

See ya! :)